“I have to go to the bathroom!” she declared suddenly, idiot, did she think that would actually work?

“Just wait 15 more minutes,” the driver responds.

“I can’t, I’m going to… shit all over the seat.” I have to admit she’s achieving a convincing performance.

“Fine, but make it quick,” he replies after a moment of consideration and glancing back,” there’s an outhouse right there, you try anything stupid and I’ll shoot you.”

Well this is surprising. Is he actually going to shoot her… if he really wanted to he could have just had the swat team kill us all when they first found us, could have just made up some excuse about… shit would they even need an excuse? They’ve done worse for less.

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We’re on the side of a highway carved into a mountain, we’re pretty deep in the country out here, a dense forest filling the valley below, I’m just waiting in the backseat still while he stands outside the plastic blue latrine with his revolver in hand. Everything else here is green, it’s really quite pleasant, now I just got to figure out how I can help her get us out of this. I’m still stuck in these handcuffs in the backseat.

If you got stranded in that forest it’d probably be impossible to get out, you’d really be lost in uncharted waters.

It’s starting to rain, pretty heavily all of a sudden. The driver knocks on the door and shouts at her to hurry up. She gets out just a couple moments after rearranging her clothes, looks like she cleaned up her makeup. Why would she even waste time doing that?

pitter - patter

They’re walking back to the car. The rain is pouring now. She still hasn’t done anything yet, he’s opening the door to the backseat for her. Did she actually just have to take a shi-

CRACK

Above the road, the rocks and mud making up the mountain starts sliding down toward us.